well kept memories
well kept loves
farewells and goodbyes
we'll have a taste of that
days will roll
nights will drop
soon it will be over
one by one for all of us
bitter than a muse's farewell
tasteless as a prince's goodbye
licked by the winner, time
all flushed under the ground
slowly as a funeral march
80, 90 or 100 years past
some even sooner
life goes on like that
no one owns it
no one can hold it
no one will have it forever
for life is only borrowed
and
you'll return it soon enough...
that's the silent message of all saint's day...love will say its farewell and goodbye like false magic that won't last...
somewhere in time
where laughter rides
eagles and falcons fly
propelled by the wind
under the sunlit blue sky
white doves are left behind
can't soar so high, up high
left without the dreams
wings without a flap
doves and falcons won't thrive...
